I MEET A FELLOW BLOGGER

Yesterday I met a fellow Blogger, the first one ever and it was lovely and strange and very very quick.

It began with an email from Libby at D'scribes. She was in Whitstable for a couple of days and could we meet? I phoned the telephone number provided and we arranged that she would come over in the afternoon, after one, when lunch plates would be cleared and Milou walked and I would be primped and ready.

Then Stavros came in for lunch and we had an hilarious noisy hour of he an JP topping each other's jokes and Stavros  revelling in our crusty bread and Camembert and drinking three cups of coffee.

2pm and he had to leave, luckily his surgery is next door but one so he was able to linger until the very last minute. We all got up from the table and then Milou began barking, looking towards the front door where the letter box was rattling.   JP got there first and took a parcel and cards from the Postie who was trying to push the lot into the slot. Bit of a panic as Milou was very near the exit so I shut him inside then saw a woman standing next to the Postman. A quick impression of slenderness,  dark hair, sweet smile, red umbrella, linen tunic and I rushed to hug her and draw her inside.

She began by saying that she wasn't staying, that her sister was in the car and she just needed to put a face to the Blog, as it were. But JP and Stavros were still at the front door talking and Milou was nowhere to be seen and I panicked, thinking he had somehow got out in the melee ,  so I dashed around calling him, finding him locked outside the back door. He rushed into the room and welcomed Libby like a long lost friend. Poor thing, must have thought she had entered a mad house.

We chatted, briefly, in telegraph ese. Our Blogs, how we felt about it, how often she travelled down from the Midlands, then she had to go.

I thought, afterwards, how clever of her. Don't you think so?  Meeting Blog pals could be scary. We show a persona that may or may not be a true reflection of who we really are. I mean I could be a ninety year old sex fiend or a nineteen year-old religious nut.  Or we could take an instant dislike to each other and she would have been stuck, drinking undrinkable coffee  until she could politely leave, and then it would put her off for ever making the attempt at another meeting with another Blogger.

Now as far as I am concerned she was a delightful lady and I am sure we will get on well the next time we meet, and hopefully JP Milou and I made a good impression in the few mad minutes she was here.
I do hope so.